I can almost hear the brakes squeak on the rails as the Vienna night express rolls into Muenchen Hauptbanhof… the smell of grease, 5am locals drinking at the Spaeten beer truck… the aroma of fresh weisswuerstel and leberkaese….. as the sun rises of the the Maria Theresa platz and the staff clean up from the day before… a new day shall soon embark… a new adventure… one filled with glee… and soon thereafter litered with casualties. The clock keeps ticking.

PROST

Edited by – luvbeers on Aug 30 2002 17:21:09